I just came from Hanabi, it is a fireworks display for about 2 hours in Toyotashi in celebration of the Oiden Matsuri. There are many people clad in yukata. People gather together to watch this as a starter event of summer.
Wow, I have been here for two summers and two springs except for a month that I have to come back home. Going back to my apartment, I feel the deep loneliness of the room. I tried to remember the smell of my new-bathed-and-lotioned husband. I try to remember the smiling faces of my neighbor in my province. I miss the easiness of my own culture. I miss home.
I am going back on November, for good is better. I can still wait and I already am looking forward to it. Sure my financial thermometer may register a not so good situation, but I miss home so much. I miss my family.
I have given enough of my time for my own personal pursuit. I have given my all energies in pursuit of my career. Some said I have to prove myself to them before I leave. But I don’t think it is necessary. Time is more important to me. The earlier that I have to set my plans straight, the better it will be for my family.
That is the difference of being committed. I am no longer me alone. My husband and I will work together for the better future ahead of us. It is no longer I that must surface. For one and the same at the sight of GOD and at the sight of the law, I will be working side by my side with my beloved.
Walang iwanan.
